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There was nothing wrong with having everything you wanted, generally speaking. Eric was very happy with his life- his money, his house, his lambo, and his most prized possession:
“Don’t touch me.”
Eric ignored Kyle’s request, scooting over in bed to spoon him. Kyle claimed to not be a cuddler, but they always ended up falling asleep like this. Eric ran his hand over his husband’s stomach, kissing the back of his neck.
Kyle was still pretending to sleep, but was clearly fighting a smile. He moved back into Eric. They laid like that for a little bit, deciding if foregoing sleep was worth a quickie. Which meant Kyle was deciding- Eric would get it in with his last dying breath- but that got him thinking. He and Kyle had pretty much settled down. And that was great.
But sometimes, mostly in the shower or on a business trip, Eric would think back to the early days. Back when it was new to them, when every fuck session was a secret- when Kyle would look at him from across the room at a party and they’d end up going at it in a closet or bathroom or something. The secrecy was hot. Coming out with their relationship took a lot of the pressure off, but also some of the fun. He wanted to feel that again- like he was getting into trouble.
Eric placed a kiss on Kyle’s shoulder, and decided to speak his thoughts aloud.
“Have you ever fantasized about cheating?”
Kyle froze beneath his touch, and Eric realized he could’ve said that a little bit better. Green eyes flashed open, and a stony scowl turned rigidly to stare him down.
“Excuse me?” Kyle threatened. Even in the dim light, Kyle’s eyes had murderous intent written on them. Eric felt he should protect his face- or his dick.
“I mean-“
“Who do you think about cheating on me with-“
“That’s not what I meant,” Eric said quickly, kissing Kyle’s hands as an apology, “I don’t mean cheat on you, like…cheat with you.”
“Cheat with me.”
“Yeah.”
Kyle looked at him like he was stupid.
“We’re together.”
Eric scoffed.
“Yeah, I know that- I just…want to pretend, you know?” He smiled at his own word, shimmying his hips in excitement. “Play pretend. Pretend I’m married to someone else,” he lowered his tone, whispering in Kyle’s ear, “and you’re my dirty little secret.”
Kyle didn’t react for a little while, but Eric remained hopeful. Then, he shattered his heart into a million little pieces.
“I can’t do this anymore.”
“What?” Eric squeaked out as Kyle flipped the blanket back and stepped out of bed. Oh my god, it was happening- Kyle was finally tired of his shit and was packing andleavingforeverandnowheneededtokill himself- but not in a way that would make him look ugly because he wanted an opencasket-
“My husband will find out,” Kyle said wistfully, glancing back at him from the sliding door that lead to their balcony. “I can’t go on hurting him like this.”
Eric caught his breath again. Oh, right, right. Pretend. A regretful cheater was an interesting angle, he could work with it.
“What’s he gonna do about it?” Eric asked, sliding out of bed to join his little thespian, “I can take him in a fight.”
Kyle huffed a little laugh, but got back into character while Eric hugged him from behind.
“He’s the love of my life,” Kyle replied. Eric felt his chest puff with pride and squeezed Kyle closer to him. He trailed kisses down his neck while he spoke, “I just want us to stay together.”
Eric nipped his ear.
“You can do so much better,” he promised, starting to grind, “I can give you what you want.”
Kyle was never one to be open with his feelings, and while this started as a way to get his rocks off, Eric saw the opportunity form to get something he enjoyed almost as much as sex itself: praise. He ran his hands up Kyle’s chest and unbuttoned his pajama shirt, pressing his lips into his newly exposed shoulders.
“You’re friends say he’s no good, your family hates him,” He continued in between pecks, “Why do you even bother?”
Kyle fidgeted a little. He knew what Eric was doing. His opening line was just the first thing he thought of- if you’re having an affair, you should feel bad. Still…it was just pretend, right? He could be vulnerable right now and still have plausible deniability if Eric got annoying about it.
“My friends are his friends, too.”
His pajama top was torn from him, and Kyle caught his ‘secret lover’s’ reflection in the mirror.
“They’d pick you over him.”
Kyle’s lip quivered, just a little. He glanced away, and thought about Stan and Kenny, and then glanced back his reflection. It was the truth.
“I’d pick him over them.”
Eric breathed a sigh into his back that sent a shiver through him. Kisses were left down his back as hands roamed his chest, sides, hips, and thighs.
“You haven’t told me why,” Said the paramour. He was on his knees, his cheek resting on Kyle’s hip, a hand snaking the inside of his thigh. “Cartman’s an obnoxious, greedy, narcissistic asshole,” brown eyes flickered up at him, brow quirked, “-or so I’ve been told.”
Kyle huffed a laugh, turning to face his lover head on.
“You heard right,” said, brushing his hair back to get a better look at his face. He smiled. Not a bad looking guy. “And don’t forget a stupid, petulant, whiny baby.”
On cue, Eri- his lover, wilted a little.
“But that’s not all he is,” Kyle hummed thoughtfully, “No. My husband is very creative, resourceful, and loyal,” he pursed his lips, “To me, anyway. I think he’d tell anyone else to get fucked.” He gave an absent little shrug, “Yeah. I think I’ll keep him.”
Kyle cupped his cheek. His lover still had a few more potshots to take at Eric, though. All the while, he was kissing around Kyle’s naval and hips. What a tease.
“Even if he loses all his money?”
“It’s only a matter of time before blows it all on some stupid scheme,” Kyle replied, rolling his eyes, “But that’s alright. I make enough for the both of us.”
The man shifted on his knees a little bit.
“He’s got a bad heart,” he argued.
“In sickness and in health,” Kyle shrugged.
The man seemed to shrink a little.
“What if,” he said, “What if he puts on weight and stops being so devilishly handsome?”
Kyle’s mind flashed back to the chubby kid he grew up with. The one with pretty eyes and a prideful smirk, and adorable button nose. He looked a lot like the man beneath him (maybe he had a type?), right down to those chubby cheeks. He pinched them.
“I always thought he was handsome.”
Eric kissed his palm, squeezing it tight. The way only he could, the way Kyle would know from anyone else.
Kyle wasn’t sure if they were still pretending at this point. Eric looked up at him again.
“I’d do anything to keep you.”
Kyle’s smile sharpened. Alright, time to get this show on the road.
“Prove it.”
He yelped- his dumbass of a side piece snatched his thighs together and threw Kyle over his shoulder before he’d even started to stand up. Kyle had to teeter his weight to keep them both from falling while Eric got to his feet. A minute later, he was deposited back into bed just a few feet away.
“It would’ve been easier if I’d walked,” he grumbled half heartedly.
Eric kissed him before scrounging around their bedside table.
“That Cartman guy should carry you everywhere,” he said, pulling out lube and a condom. He nested his items in a pillow before pressing himself into Kyle’s side to make out some more. His hand ran down Kyle’s bare torso, leisurely circling a nipple, squeezing a bit of tummy, rubbing his cock through his pants, and making his way up again. It wasn’t until that hand wrapped gently around Kyle’s throat that his lover spoke again. “He doesn’t appreciate you enough.”
Kyle sighed. He had to be careful, he might actually fall for this guy.
“Oh?” He asked, “What’re you going to do differently?”
Eric bit his cheek. He was going to offer to do the dishes more often, but then Kyle might actually expect him to do it. So instead, he sat up on his knees, and hooked his fingers into Kyle’s waistbands.
“I’m gonna make you feel good,” he promised, prodding Kyle to lift his hips. Eric took a moment to really savor the man laid beneath him. His eyes traced the contours of his body, the freckles that littered it, the cock that was half hard already. Most of the time, Eric fucked Kyle hard and fast, because by the time he was inside him he just couldn’t wait anymore.
Even now, he needed to hold himself back from giving his own dick much needed relief. He was in character- a lover boy here to win over a married man. He needed to distinguish himself from Kyle’s (extremely lovable and successful) bastard husband.
Eric took his shirt off, feeling hotter than ever under Kyle’s burning gaze. He slicked his fingers with lube, careful not rub them against anything while he rejoined Kyle at his side.
He was a little further down this time, and Kyle wrapped an arm around him. Eric used his own arm to spread Kyle’s legs apart. A small hiss escaped his lips when Eric slipped his fingers in.
“I know baby,” Eric cooed, kissing his neck. His fingers sunk in further, and found the spot he was searching for. Kyle’s hand gripped his bicep while Eric circled his prostate. It was slow, teasing. “Go ahead and touch yourself.”
“I was going to,” Kyle huffed, spitting into his hand. He couldn’t be irritated for too long though, because Eric swiped his fingers across the spot directly, making his breath hitch. “Fuck.”
“I want you to feel good all the time,” Eric murmured into the neck he was nuzzling. A part of him wished Kyle couldn’t hear. He could declare his undying love for Kyle on national television, but when they were alone, like this, it was harder for him. “I love you so much it hurts. I need to tell you that more often. Not just when I get on your nerves.”
“You could just stop getting on my nerves.”
Eric smirked at him.
“Never,” he said, applying a harsh pressure against Kyle’s prostate, making him groan and grit his teeth. “You’re so cute when you’re mad.”
Eric milked his prostate, sweet and slow, pressing his fingers in and dragging them down. Each stroke made Kyle whine and his feet twitch.
“Fuck,” he breathed, “Fuck me, please.”
“Fuck,” Eric echoed, his cock jumping at the request, “I know, angel. I will, I’m gonna fuck you so good,” he promised, picking up the force and speed of his fingering, “Come on, velvet, cum for me.”
Kyle’s stroking became sporadic, but Eric’s fingering was menacingly consistent and unrelenting. Every hit against his spot made the heat in his stomach more and more intense. Eric picked up speed again, and it the first sign that Kyle was going to break, he pressed hard and held it there.
Kyle screamed, his entire body tightening through his orgasm. Hot ropes of cum shot from his straining cock. His eyes pricked with tears, and his body ran hot all over.
His hole was empty again, his muscles went limp. His legs twitched and his whole body was sensitive to the touch. The only thing he wanted was for Eric to pull him close, to hold him and sooth him. Instead, Kyle felt the chest against his back leave him. He whined a little, but Eric shushed him and went back between Kyle’s legs.
Eric hovered above him, closing the space between their lips but not their torsos. Kyle made another needy little sound, but was again ignored.
“I bet all does is fuck you and leave you there,” Eric murmured, leaving gentle kisses as he made his way down Kyle’s body. “He should worship you.”
Kyle’s eyes slipped open in time to see his lover drag his tongue across his stomach, drinking up his cum.
“Oh my god,” he shook out, torso clenching again. “Eric- fuck.”
“Does he clean you up like this? Does he tell you how good you taste?”
“Hah-ah,” was Kyle’s very intelligent response as he was rendered incoherent by that awful tongue. One flick of it against the raw head of his cock made him gasp and ball his fists into the mattress.
“Fuck me!” He cried out, his words spilling after him faster than he could catch them, “Eric please please I need it I need you inside me I have to feel full-“ He choked back a strange sob. Eric had never, ever gotten Kyle worked up like this. It was so different from their usual. Their sex life was great, but it was rarely this…sweet. And intense. They usually fucked. This felt more like making love.
Eric kissed his forehead.
“I told you I would, red velvet,” he soothed, “I’ll go nice and slow.”
He slipped a condom on and just dabbed a little more lube on Kyle’s stretched hole. He lined up his hips, grateful to finally have some relief. Kyle’s rapturous cries were enough to keep him hard, but it was painful at that point.
They both groaned when Eric reached his hilt. Kyle pulled him down, hugging him, shaking legs wrapped around his hips. They laid like that for awhile, Kyle petting his hair, Eric breathing in his scent, and the both of them reveling in the closeness.
When Eric started to move, it was more of a slow grind. He sacrificed as little depth as possible. Kyle was already spent, but the pressure on his bruised prostate provided such an amazing mix of pleasure of pain.
His thrusts became longer, but he kept the leisurely pace. Kyle was shaking again, whining and writhing over the assault on his spot.
“Oh, baby, bubby,” he babbled, “bubbeleh. My bubbeleh.”
Needless to say, that was Eric’s last straw. He paused for a second, the pet name wrapping him heat- before cruelly ramming himself forward. Kyle sobbed again, helpless to Eric’s bucking. The assault didn’t last long, but it was enough to push Kyle into another, dry orgasm before Eric finished with a cry himself.
“Fuck,” he breathed, lazily rolling off Kyle so they could both breath. “Holy shit. That was fucking awesome.”
Kyle couldn’t respond for a good while. He actually felt high. Tingly. Sensitive. Spaced out, and just warm. When he finally came to, the only thing he could do is hum in contemplation.
“I think…I think you convinced me,” he panted.
“Hm?”
Kyle turned to his secret lover with a lazy smile.
“I’m gonna leave my husband for you.”
Eric broke into a grin and pulled Kyle closer. “Really? I think that Cartman guy isn’t half bad, actually.”
“Yeah,” Kyle teased, rolling over so that they were facing each other, “He’s okay. Sometimes.”